Hush Hush

post date:May 23, 2018

Author:Ruby

“Stop! You do know there’s someone upstairs, don’t you?” I giggle as he nips my shoulder playfully.
He grins wickedly as his hand slides up my leg slowly, my skirt rising as his hand moves.
“I’m serious, T! He’s right there! And he may not be sleeping.” I say again, trying but not really trying to stop the movement of his hand.
We are in my living room and it’s dimly lit. It’s 11pm and Chris is upstairs…sleeping I hope.
T leans even closer, his hand now in between my thighs which seem to have spread of their own volition, “I don’t give a fuck if he’s awake. Surely you know this?”
I open my mouth to stop him, I don’t know. Say something anyway, but then I feel his fingers slide up my pussy. I went commando and now he can feel the wetness indicating I didn’t really want him to stop.
Now there is no more laughter. No giggles.
Our playful stares are suddenly heated.
“Fuck, T…” I whisper.
“You can be quiet, baby.” He trails up and down my pussy lips as they get wetter and wetter. The danger of being caught is now an aphrodisiac.
“Can’t you?” He asks, his voice almost inaudible even though his lips are right by my ear. His body so close that I can feel its heat. His fingers still trailing through my cunt-filled juices.
“Fuck.” I repeat.
He suddenly thrusts two fingers into me.
I bite my lip hard and clutch his shirt.
As he thrusts into me steadily, he pulls back his face to look at me.
“I want to see you cum. I’d love to eat you out but we might not have time. I’ll still have your cum though. I want it all over my fingers.”
He says this matter-of-factly. Like he’s asking me to pass him the sugar. Or feed the dog.
I whimper as his fingers start to ram into me. Forcefully. So fucking fast and deep.
Now he has three fingers in me. He uses his other hand to pull out his cock from his tracky bottoms. All the time, his eyes are on me.
It’s like he’s not even blinking.
He makes a fist and rubs his cock, his fist going up and down slowly as he stares at me. Looking into my eyes as he wanks himself while finger-fucking me to a near stupor.
My legs are wide open now. One on the sofa and the other on the floor, my toes all pointy like I’m a ballerina.
His eyes leave my face and look down at his fingers thrusting into me. Going in and out.
He breathes out harshly, his other hand working his cock faster.
“I’m going to have my cock in you tonight.” He says, his voice low as fuck. “Your mouth. Your cunt. Your arse. I’m going to fuck every single bit of you. You’re going to remember my cock for the rest of your life, you know this?”
I can only nod as he keeps on finger-fucking me.
Then we hear a rustle from upstairs.
I look at him, tense. My eyes widen in fear, as I stop moving. Stop fucking his fingers back.
He slowly smiles at me as he increases his thrusts, increases his hand-job.
“Stop….” I whisper. The rustling sounds are getting louder.
T suddenly falls to his knees, crawling forward quickly to me. In between my thighs.
My eyes move from the stairs to his face. What the fuck is he doing???
I raise my hand to stop him, but he pulls out his fingers and shoves them in my mouth.
“Shhhhhh…” He says.
I suck instinctively, looking down as he pulls me closer with his other hand and places his cock at the entrance to my cunt.
The tip of his cock is barely touching my clit.
He starts to rub furiously. From my clit to my pussy hole.
“Clarise?”
I hear Chris mumble sleepily.
I start to shake my head frantically at T. I can feel my climax building from fear and the feeling of his hard, blunt mushroom head stroking me.
He suddenly sticks his cock in me as I hear a door from upstairs open.
I gasp silently as T pulls me so close we are practically joined at the hip.
We are.
His cock is fully in me.
I feel him pulsing in me. His eyes hooded as he stares at me, his mouth in a snarl.
I wrap my legs fully round him as I detonate.
My eyes flutter open and close as I try to remain in the here and now but my orgasm is so fucking strong.
“Clarise?”
I quickly push T from me and re-arrange my skirt, wiping the cum trickling out as I do so. I pat my hair and hope my face isn’t too flushed- thankfully, the living room isn't bright.
T grins as he tucks himself back into his trackys. He gets up silently and walks to the door leading to the balcony, a fag in his hand.
I look up quickly as I hear footsteps coming down the stairs.
“There you are, baby.” Chris mumbles sleepily. “How was the party?” He asks this as he comes to me and plants a quick absent peck on my forehead before heading towards the kitchen. He hears a lighter and turns to see T.
“You alright, mate? Didn’t realise you were awake. Have fun tonight, you two?” Chris asks jocularly. He yawns as he goes into the kitchen. I hear the fridge door open and he is clearly rummaging for something.
I turn to T as he winks at me before replying my husband, “You have no idea, mate.”